When you're locked up in here for life, you learn to welcome the little freedoms.

Like I've said before, so many times before, I'm not a good person, I'm not a hero. I'm a criminal, a liar, a cheat, a killer. It was them or me and I wanted to live.

I'd been so set on an escape that was now impossible, and the only form of freedom left to me was death. It was a terrible kind of freedom—one from misery and pain, yes, but also one from lightness and laughter and life. It was an absence of everything.

Let's make like a hockey player and get the puck out of here.

You don't have friends in here, you'll soon come to understand that. You get attached to someone, then you'll just lose them. They'll get shanked or they'll jump or they'll be taken one night.

When you're locked up in here for life, you learn to welcome the little freedoms.

Trust me-that toilet and me were best friends for the first few days I was here.